The arrival of a prince seems to be uneventful, but in fact it has caused quite a stir in the camp. On the surface, the Danish prince's guards were too shabby and their bags were not heavy enough, but the number of wives and concubines of this prince was really staggering.

The king did not expect such a sight, and almost regretted meeting Prince Eric here, but he quickly regained his condition and greeted the Danes with a smile.

Prince Eric is an extraordinary northern lord with a royal blood in his bones, and if you don't look at the appearance of the samurai under his command, anyone will think that this is a natural king. Edgar naturally knew about the character of this person beforehand, and it was the prince's wife who was really unexpected.

"Lady Bertilda." Count Volsiov reminded the king.

Edgar did not seem to hear the Count's words, but gazed with bated breath at the noble and graceful lady, who, unlike the warblers behind her, was like a veil over her, not yet fully revealed, except for a pair of dark blue eyes hanging down under her long eyelashes, which occasionally showed the melancholy of the exile.

This woman's body has the same blood as her husband's "Bazihu" Swen, but it does not have the blazing feeling of the northern flame, but it makes people forget and be as still as water.

Edgar sighed in his heart, this woman's beauty is really ......

Woe to men!

"We have just received news from overseas that Olaf and the Count of Flanders have fallen out." Edgar restrained himself, trying not to sound so shaky in his voice, "The cause is probably that of Canute's son. ”

The slain King Canute was originally the son-in-law of the Count of Flanders, so Cnut's widow returned to her father's court with her son after the tragedy. Whether or not she resents her father for betraying her husband, at this time, she and her son can only rely on their father for protection. It was only when the new Danish king Olaf arrived in Flanders that the boy became a thorn, and as the heir of Knut, he posed no less threat to Olaf than Eric, and the Count of Flanders, although he did not care about his daughter's resentment, resolutely refused to give his grandson to the Danish king.

"Our intelligence indicates that the Danes are preparing to leave Flanders and attack our shores."

Prince Eric was terrified, he had always had a good relationship with Knut, and Knut's death made him hate Olaf's pirates, but the young Danish prince did not have the courage to face Olaf himself, he was better at impressing people with his rhetoric and charisma, and a Viking fleet would not listen to him, they only knew one language, the kind of war cry that Olaf was best at.

"Olaf is killing himself!" Robert Mallett suddenly cried out, the Norman knight with curly blond hair and a robe with green stripes on a red background, dressed himself as an Anglo-Saxon lord, but the natural arrogance of the Normans was exposed.

King Edgar didn't care, he took a horn cup in the shape of a long ship from the hand of his squire, and took a sip of honey wine: "Yes, Lincoln said in the letter that the Boulogne fleet had been dispatched three days ago, and they would lure the Danes with false beacons to eat Olaf's vanguard first. ”

The pirates of Boulogne were indeed the best at this kind of trick, and many of the English lords smiled when they heard it, but Prince Eric, who had been a guest in Sweden for many years, was not familiar with it, and was still ignorant.

"My lords, we've been waiting for this day for twenty years. I have not shed blood in Hastings, nor seen the slaughter of our county of Thine by the Duke of Normandy, but I am sure you will not forget that day, the year of the long-tailed plague that burned with blood, when the Normans came to our shores and descended in darkness, and our kingdom was reduced to ashes everywhere. ”

The king did not shy away from the Danes present, he was speaking to his own warriors of the oath and inspiring their blood bravery, a kind of war poetry of the Anglo-Saxon kings:

"The enemies who filled the graves of our land have finally come to this situation! The Gentiles, who were cunning and murderous, began to kill each other in their land, and they were no longer willing to feed on bread and drink from water, and the whole land was full of beasts that gnaw at flesh. These miserable enemies, wounded by the sword and desolate, destroyed their own eyes, the jewels of their heads, with the tips of their spears. Their druids haunted by fear and their sorcery to control others have been seen by the High King of Heaven, and divine blessings have descended upon the land of our heroes, and the twelve glorious Theons under the stars, the famous apostles of God, have waved their banners and slammed them into force for our shields and spears. My Lords, the time has come to defend the Crown, and the light of your war will blind the fortresses of your enemies, and they will be intimidated by your sword hatred and killing madness. I, King Edgar, son of Edward, command you, the famous lords of England, to follow me across the whale road to the Franks, and pour the bells of each of their towns with panic, until our debt is paid, and until then there is only blood and bad luck! ”

“Godamite！” The Saxon battle cry then resounded through the camp.

The King of England finally got tired of waiting, and with the arrival of the Danes, he decided at once to cross the tumultuous sea, take his best warriors to Calais, and leave most of the militia behind him to the commander of the Count of Northumbria—they still had much to learn, but the pace of war was approaching, and it was as fast as a drumbeat.

In the evening, the king, who was about to cross the sea, suddenly heard the sound of the clash of his armor, and he heard the movement of the guards, and looked up, but saw a dark shadow creeping in, like a ghost in the firelight.

Edgar immediately stood up, what were the guards doing?

The intruder fell from his shawl, revealing long silver hair and scarab-colored eyes.

"Ma'am......" Edgar swallowed.

"My husband said that I would be His Majesty's servant tonight." Bertilda's voice was as moving as a sigh, and Eric's orders could not be resisted, so she had to seduce the king for her husband.

Edgar stepped forward slowly, his heavy breath almost spurting onto the other party's forehead, and he reached out his slender fingers: "You are very beautiful. ”

His palms rested flat on the pair of jade-colored shoulders, and the hair fell lightly, and the heat came from the palms.

When her thumb touched the stiff tip, the future Queen of Denmark remained unrepentant.

"May I taste your breasts, my lady?" Edgar didn't wait for an answer, her warm lips and teeth immediately approached, and Bertilda couldn't help but let out a happy moan, a finger was gently brushing her groin, causing her to let out a slight tremor of the bowstring being plucked, and she could clearly feel her "core" trembling when her sensitive parts were touched......